Review of a Ukrainian critic on a film by a Kazakh director

Once upon a time there was a man named Bob Foss and he wrote a movie called All that Jazz . I wrote it, I’ll tell you, because in cinema, in addition to genres, there is something that only brain-struck eyes can determine.

That’s because, there was once a man, who will remember the name? – and wrote the Roman about the Rose . Many genres later developed in literature, even such products from letters as Da Vinci Code appeared , but there is a novel about a rose. And in all, messires, even if you don’t write , in words, the journey of the soul manifested in a sense of beauty in search of love, it rolls naked along the stream of epochs and only tourists accidentally caught in ecstasy and look and will not tear their souls from heaven , suddenly revealed.

Yes, Bob. He wrote the spirit of the scene in notes accessible to the eye. A score of frames and faces, an incredible number of keyboards in every single scene, a rhythm section as rough as a cattle slaughterhouse in Idaho, and my gods, how incredibly many solo facial expressions – saxo backgrounds, trumpets, percussion, in every expression of a face accidentally pressed like a key . This was probably the first film about jazz.

Everything much before that, even b / w with the incredible Parker or Armstrong, soloing every frame, were O films .

About , for example, music.

Oh , for example, musicians.

About , I admit, the ways of extracting sounds, by actors who have a clear directorial intention, how the torment of the soul occurs, inflating a brass instrument, which, according to the script, inflates the membranes of the auditorium, ekstating with an attracted orgasm. In general, there was a lot of cinema .
That’s Mercury Freddie shot a spillway remix for few people now in a truly curious era.

There are also different things , looking at the high zone of sensory reality .

The film Crossroad , for example. Там, как не крути, есть три действующих лица – ниггер, дьявол и гитара. And in the rarest moments of the film, the three main components give us rock and roll, which is a real event. The trees and roads of Oklahoma, the bars and clubs of Kansas , the faces of the country of Alabama , are not sure, however , of geographical accuracy . But where else to film a rock ‘n’ roll movie than along the thin edge of the Midwest and the Old South? Most importantly, we see the fingers as the sex organs of the strings and the great sex going on – the music as a form of fusion that produces children. What? – your soul and peace, dude.

Now let’s leave aesthetics, let’s talk about cinema

So – Arsen Bayanov, a musician who does not know. Perhaps that is why he, the drummer from Alma-Ata, made a jazz film about jazz. More precisely, no, I didn’t take it off, gentlemen. Arsene simply performed a jazz session on tape, which, of course, can and should be projected onto a screen.
In any hall of the world I report , because music is perceived as a post-frontier of any habitable territory of hearing .

Therefore, All that JAZZ – In Jazz We Trust , about which we continue .

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Shall we start? —

– I believe, from intimology (did not mention), because it is touching and touching. Thinking about the last two words , we freeze from a new understanding, because new means put the minds in new feel i ngs , and words mean no more than their meanings, that is, you and me , significant and existing.

Do jazz mean and are we in it? – Let’s try to turn around .

Let’s start with the seeds of cereals – jazz is intimate, because the hopelessness of the whip , reed and cotton, black leather and black night gave birth to it . Песни плантаций плавящего дня плавно переходили в темное дно ночей Миссисипи, and niggers make love like the nights makes the song s , ж аль не выйдет и зящного перевода ради сохран ения смысл а . Here with ama music was born out of notes , but on the nature of the throat and sigh of sensual moments of being flesh.

The trumpet and keyboards came in a little later .

Conclusion from what has been written ? And so a breed of jazzman came into being , a special type of person who for an incredibly long time created a natural melodic selection under the bottomless gaze of the Old South Demon ( Devil of Old South ) .

And he has innumerable names – New Orleans , New York , California , Alma-Ata , and – any connoisseur will fill in the possible gaps.

Is cinematographer Bayanov alive in the intimology of jazz? – completely and to the gene bone.

By the way .

One of the curious associations after watching the composition ( the word combination documentary is given with some effort ) is Almaty ragtime. Boomeran g , came from the combination of “oriental jazz” . It is with this scale that the Boomerang team dubbed their melodic style .

What is inspired but in meaning and sound , and attracts like a gourmet fresh truffle .

Is it really after the faces seen on the screen , the musical fragments and the personal intention of this word -sense , it occurred to me that white jazz can be fully called ethnic . Everything else is natural jazz , aka ragtime, bebop, swing and so on in terms . However, it may be possible to introduce the concept of alma – jaz z into the world music dictionary ?

Idea fix , I understand .

In jazz – movie memory from Arsen Bayanov, purely classical improvisation in the canons of a given topic is instantly perceived : people of jazz, Alma-Ata , the 70/90 era and music that builds the world outside and contrary to the social canvas and clichés of conditional temporality .

The rhythm section here is definitely photography.

Incredibly Soviet black-and-white photos of individuals, groups and figures that are completely incompatible with any class system, either according to Marx or Zbigniew Brzezinski. At the same time , they are the essence of that small era , a fragment of the musical genesis , steering the external form and the internal shell of the events of the available time.

The rest is bebop.

A virtuoso part of drums and bass with unexpected transitions and repetitions of photographic material sets the integrity of the entire composition, on which the solo parts of the rest of the visual and audio material are naturally superimposed .

Let’s move on to keyboards and strings.

We are talking about the instruments themselves , and of course about how they look ( rather live ) in the hands of jazzmen . Shot directly , without pathos, the episodes are in tune with musical fragments , and when the look does not hurt the ear, harmony happens .

Especially in faces.

Takhir Ibragimov, had not heard before , just as the jazz of Alma-Ata itself was known to me at the level of a resident of the Bronx about the work of Abelard.

And , believe me, 10-15 minutes of the film is enough for the key to the world to turn in the castle.

Naturally, you are attracted by the storyline from the copper plate on the door of his Alma-Ata apartment , to the performances of modern bands , with its transparency and, here are the words , living continuity .

Jazz is only in memory – a museum piece, the visitor is rare, the ushers are sleeping.

Quote: “I just have to be active in life, drummers and ki are active people, in general, they carry a double, triple load …”

A strong person, however strange it sounds, is always difficult to cross the watershed of time. Strength combined with talent is an unusually fragile thing. A little romance – where the pirogue slips, the caravel runs aground, and there it won’t be long before the storms.

“Risk is the fate of every artist.” Francis Bacon.

Music prints images, like a vinyl machine, the sound cannot be faked.

Each interview in the film sounded like a jazz theme , and of course the musicians themselves . Whether we take the 30s, the 50s of the name of the city of Frisco and the guy named Bird, the 20s of the passing time, the people of jazz are not at all contemporary. Time is important only for arranging notes.

Everyone we saw on the screen, Yakov Khan (trombone), Eduard Sarzhaev (saxophone), Sergey Kargopolov (drums), all those who play jazz in Alma-Ata today are absolutely individual, and at the same time, each of them is a jazzman from facial expressions to gestures.

What can I add – watch a real movie.

Ragtime played.

Without smooth transitions, as in fact and on viewing.

Donna Soul . Greetings !

Treat the city like a woman, by her name, and you will be rewarded with love, and Alma-Ata, of course, she is.

It has already been written about informal Alma-Ata , but sometimes it’s not a sin to repeat it, because as it is said in Shah Rumi, there would be a river, but swim at least three times. Only now we will start with vocals , more precisely with the author’s voice.

Of course, Arsen Bayanov is not Yuri Levitan and not even Igor Kirillov , the TIME program , who remembers. Speaking between us, Arsen is not an announcer at all, however, there are no complaints about the diction itself . But, what would be a minus in an arbitrary film , here gives a triple plus, everything is ordinary, the diary of the city should sound in its language.

What is typical for the Cities of the few, there are only a few of them (my Odessa, for example, or Moscow with St. Petersburg preserved in some places, and my Kiev, divided into small islands in the faceless ocean), the Almaty sound is unique and unrepeatable. From street noise, the sound of morning city silence, to the manner of setting vowels and the tempo of the rhythm of the vocals of its indigenous inhabitants.

This is how the author talks about the times and images of his native city , any other speech , especially performed by high acting skills, would be ridiculous and absurd. There is such a word as “unsophisticated”. It has almost disappeared from everyday dictionaries and few are able to perceive its real meaning, sorry, the word is worth a lot.

After all, how are we here ? – a natural urban romance and on the guitar, the philharmonic is nearby.

About the genre of urban romance a little separately.

In a sense, he has sunk into oblivion, gone from the ordinary hearing and reproduction . Bulat Shalvovich Okudzhava was, of course, the brightest representative of the style, and then … then, well, as after, there are no others, and the others did not sing. In a certain sense, the tradition did not stop with the French, but even there, you know, already like a trickle in the Seine.

Great America, surnames on fingers – perhaps a little Bob Dylan, perhaps partly Leonard Cohen, perhaps completely – Charles Bukovsky. The latter, of course, did not sing at all, but he was completely in the subject and expressive means .

Now about the joyful – Alma-Ata is the most informal urban romance, performed by a soloist and a camera, and this is not knocking mothballs out of a grandmother’s rug , the thing is as fresh as a green apple .

I will not be too lazy to emphasize once again, we did not watch documentaries, we did not see nostalgic video sequences, the last ones do not count, an urban romance was sung from the screen.

Applause for the performer.

What’s your first impression? – the unforgettable Vladimir Semenovich immediately remembered – “there are few real violent ones …” and sincere joy – There is!

In the sense of the characters of some short stories (?), Perhaps a movie. Stories told and shown, interviews that lie in the canvas of everyday logic exactly on the reverse side. And of course, the author himself – to return to the traditions of Okudzhava and Gilyarovsky in the 18th year from the beginning of the Millennium , the 20th after the release of the Matrix , this is, of course, a gesture of reason.

However, that’s what artists are for.

Out of place remember Picasso.

Of course, he is incomprehensible to me, and you, as I have no doubt, too.

The question seems to be how comrade Pablo, before gaining Marxism, of course , managed like no one else to show us the pure taste of the 10th and 20th centuries of the past, without the patina of dull retro, but in the living breath of every day?

I don’t know either.

It is necessary to be able to show the 70s in such a way that it is not a chronicle of the Brezhnev era, although the pigmentation of time is obvious, where from it? – but urban reporting transformed into film prose. There are no direct associations with anything similar, filmed earlier, but not here, unless you remember the unforgettable Pokrovsky Gates , or even quite according to the classics, then the twentieth century by Bernardo Bertolucci. Films are beautiful and powerful, like leviathans , but other genres, other planets. To me , according to the melody of inner sensations that arose, I remembered the Generals of the sand pits – unkempt youth in the purity of the raw taste of morning and peace.

Sentimentality happens.

In general, there is much more to write.

About completely insane game episodesАлма-Аты алкогольной (полный восторг, примите на веру), о светлом возвращении в личный протуберантный период любого зрителя Алма-Аты пацанской, о соприкосновении с иным Алма-Аты мистической, но что слова, где зренье правит бал?

And what interviews, gentlemen, what people!

Where else can you see fully accomplished gentlemen, with unquenched childlike fire in their eyes? I assure you, I personally did not observe.

After watching, of course, a small press conference took place, or a short collection of questions for pre-set answers, we will omit it.

Those who really impressed the film didn’t ask questions. What is purely Roman, an arena for a gladiator, a bench for a spectator.

And to those who asked, we will try to answer briefly.

The personality of Arsen Bayanov no longer matters, it’s not your friend who made the movie, forget it.

Watch Jazz , Love Movies , All that Jazz und Welt ist Film . _ _

Hello friends!

Artur Novikov 23.04.19